Ward Campouts are officially some of my least favorite things. Especially when you are almost positive that your father is the Snoring King of the Universe, and the ward you are accompanying isnt even yours (my aunt's ward... we tagged along). I mean, sure, the food was great, and the weather was nice as well. But I would much prefer sleeping at home, in my own bed playing games and doing nothing all day than doing it at a crappy KOA on the coast. It wasn't even by a nice beach!

done complaining.


wait just kidding.

and I was pleased because I thought my knee was getting better, but after sleeping on those horrible beds all weekend, the pain has returned, only worse than what it was a month ago. Oh the joys of my life.

I guess this will just be a complaining blog. My real journal, on the other hand, was full of the wonderful things people did and about the goodness of humanity. And that isn't sarcasm.